Warning: Violence, Drinking, Mentions of Alcohol, It gets steamy
Word Count: 1,229
Part one
Tobias Eaton Masterlist
After the fight, Four showed you a side of himself, that not many people had seen before. He, made sure you were okay after that fight, insisting that you went to the infirmary. He even went as far to accompanying you. Once, the nurse had checked you out and made sure that you were clear, Four was still hesitant. As soon as you exited the infirmary, the tension between you, was smothering.
You and Four were standing outside in The Pit. Wrapping your arms around your waist, you glanced down at your shoes, shifting your weight from foot to foot uncomfortably.
Four took a hesitant step towards you, in attempt to close the distance between you. His shoes came into your view of your shoes.
Before, he could say anything, Milo ran up to the both of you.
“Y/N!” He pulled you into a bone crushing hug, “I’m glad you’re okay.”
Four subtly, took a step back from you. Milo giving you a hug, caused you to miss the frown that made it’s way onto Four’s lips.
Milo grabbed your hand and tugged you in the direction of where your beds were. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Four shrug his shoulders in defeat.
Eric approached the group, “Tonight.” His voice boomed, “We move onto phase two, of the initiation. Capture the flag.”
Everyone began running along side of the train, you had began falling behind a bit, when a muscly arm covered by a black sleeve reached out for you. Accepting the strangers arm, they pulled you on board the train. Once, you were on the train, your body was met with a built body, as their arm that wasn’t holding the stimulation gun, wrapped around your waist.
Both of you stayed in close proximity, for what felt like hours. You had leaned your head on their shoulder in attempt to regain your breath. The warmth of the mysterious stranger, radiated onto you, causing you to close your eyes, inhaling their scent. The smell of a familiar person overwhelmed you. Four.
Your eyes widened, before lifting your head looking at him.
“I...Sorry.”
He looked down at you, offering you a soft smile, “It’s okay.”
Pulling away from him, you faced Eric, as he explained the game. It was hard to focus on the words coming out of his mouth, when Four stayed behind you gently placing his hand on your hip.
After your team won capture the flag, everyone wanted to go out drinking.
“Hey, Y/N! You coming out?” Milo questioned, jogging to catch up to you.
Shaking your head in response.
Scoffing Milo continued, “Why not?”
“I don’t feel like it, I guess.” You replied shrugging your shoulders.
“But...”
“No But’s!” You exclaimed, “Come on, I’ll be your wing man. There’s the girl you like.” Pulling Milo to the outside of the bar, you were able to be Milo’s Wingman.
Before he entered the bar, he shot you a nervous glance. You gave him an excited nod along with a thumbs up.
“Playing wing man huh?” A hoarse voice asked next to you.
"I guess so.” You giggled, turning to identify who the voice belonged to. Your jaw falling slack in shock at who had joined your side.
“How come you’re not out celebrating with them?” Four tilted his head confused.
Your mouth went dry as you were shocked at how friendly he was being.
He chuckled at your response. Suddenly, his large rough hand, gripped yours pulling you towards him, as he walked backwards.
“Come on, I think we deserve it.” He replied smiling at you softly.
Cheers from the group of your fellow initiates erupted.
“Y/N!” “Four!”
Stopping in your tracks, you turned your head to look at Four.
“After you.”
Nodding your head, you began to make your way towards your friends. A hand made it’s way to the small of your back guiding you through the sea of drunk people.
A few hours had passed since joining your friends at the Dauntless bar. Surprisingly, Four didn’t leave your side. As far as you knew, he only had a couple drinks. He was occupying the seat next to you. It wasn’t until a random drunk stranger tried to hit on you, that you felt his hand move to rest on your thigh.
The thought of his hand touching your thigh was the only thing that you could think about. Many of your friends tried to hold conversations with you, Four’s hand on you was the only thing you could focus on. Looking up, you saw Milo, with his tongue down his crushes throat.
Four leaned in, his hot breath dancing along your features, sending shivers down your back.
“Do you want to get out of here?” His hoarse voice questioned.
Turning your head to look at him, you noticed just how close he was to you. Your breath got hitched in your throat at the closeness. There was only an inch separating the two of you. Unexpectedly, he leaned forward as he glanced down at your lips.
Before anything further could happen, a drunk stranger threw his arms around both your and Fours shoulders in an attempt to drunkenly hug you both, all the while professing how much he loved the both of you. Sighing, the heated moment was no longer there.
Four helped him back to his group of friends that were at the opposite side of the bar. Once, he returned his lips brushed the shell of your ear, before he murmured, “Shall we get out of here?”
He grabbed your head, leading you out of the bar. The chilled air swallowed the pair of you whole, in a sobering way. Letting go his hand, you made your way to a wall outside of the bar, leaning against it, closing your eyes.
Suddenly, Four knotted one of his hands in your hair, the other resting on your hip, slightly tugging you towards him. His lips stopping millimeters, from yours. All the alcohol that you had consumed from the night, gave you the confidence that you wouldn’t otherwise have.
Closing the small distance your lips crashed onto his. Four, wasn’t expecting you to initiate the kiss. He began melting into the kiss, pinning you to the wall behind you. Your back met the cold brick, causing you to gasp at the chilled contact. He took your bottom lip in between his teeth gently nipping at it. His tongue sneaking out of his mouth soothing over your lip. Gasping at his sudden confidence, his tongue made its way into your mouth, gliding over yours.
Wolf whistles pulled you back to reality. Four pulled back enough to rest his forehead against yours, as you both panted in attempt to regain your breaths.
Turning to look at who whistled at you both, you were met with Milo and his crush that he was making out with.
Waving excitedly at the both of you, he pointed to his date, “I’m going home with Leah. Don’t have too much fun you guys.” He threw a wink in your direction.
Before you had a chance to think about it, giggles fell from your lips, turning into soft laughter that caused Four to laugh as well.
Extracting himself from you, “Let’s go somewhere more private?” He rushed out nervously. Giggling with the same nervousness, you nodded in response.
